Invisible Realms and Regions
have you not known that I buried your kiss -
in my heart and bound it with the fingers -
of my memory ?
no dreams nor wings of flight can carry it away
time has grown my love in the sunlight-
in the depths of moonlight there is no shadow-
of fading.
even my love , in the rumblings and whispers of my heart
there are things that remain the same
my love you still walk with me through the seasons
lifting our feet while making footprints
O' if I could blend our sighs and whispers they would-
resemble the universe of stars and lunar waves of silver.
O' that first kiss that felt soft but thunderous in my body
I still hold that touch deep within my breast
in the roots of my soul you are still the wind that lifts me -
pulls me through the destiny of life and love
have I told you that your eyes are my sun and moon
and in your arms lies my strength to survive life's perils !
words that are spoken and unspoken are always filling our eyes
those quiet knowing looks that speak without sound
as they cut the sunlight and moonlight and blend two souls -
two bodies that thirst and hunger for one another
two stars colliding in the sky and burst into fiery flames
have you not known that I buried your kiss-
in my heart and bound it with the fingers
of my memory?
Borders of a Bedroom
when those tangled hours find me
without sun or moon
when the night speaks to me
of the vast empty horizon without borders
it's then that my eyes grow heavy with tears
knowing that my ears hold only silence.
the fullness of being empty is a burden
I can still see you in the distance
the light reflecting your image in the mirror -
of my eyes - speaking to them of strange things
that spring from the depths of my pillow
I'm warmed by the darkness of a distant realm.
the memory of wasted moments could fill my soul
are like burning stars and thunder rumbling within me
what strange dreams find my sleeping eyes !
thinking of the kisses resting on my lips and the curve of my neck
where you echo still .
Where Natural Light Wanders
there are so many kisses resting on the river
waves rising and falling with sun and moonlight
leaves and snow mingle with the fire of sunlight
while the icy fingers of winter cover the face ,
of the rivers.
is there anything lonelier than the moon embracing ,
the barren trees standing in their own shadows ?
gone now are the red branches and golden crowns
even the autumn sky weeps and rumbles in sadness.
time has no memory but remembers everything
but like the air it's invisible to our eyes
as though it walks forward and backward with soft feet
maybe while holding hands with the sun and moon
the stars as eyes.
I wonder if the seasons are sewn together with silver ,
and golden thread - maybe by the hands of the universe
with the piercing needles of starlight woven between ,
each season like a patchwork quilt washed in rain and tears.
A Daughter of Eve Born From The Morning
there seems to be a certain dance ,
between the shadows turning and twisting
like a courtship and marriage of day and night
of how the sun and moon waltz in heaven.
there seems to be a celebration
seen in the expanse of starlight dancing
of the ocean rolling on the dance floor
of rivers tumbling in their unmade beds.
there seems to be weeping willows dancing
and great pines swaying with the music of the wind
the talents of a bird singing from the tree tops
even the white ethereal clouds are in attendance.
let the night shine in its darkness
let the morning drown in its light
let the moon cool my eyes and flesh
let the sun warm the footstool of earth.
these two shall dance for eternity
hovering above the wind's arches
carrying the whiteness of light
carrying the darkness of night.
some have seen and heard summers on the sea
and seen the night resting itself under the moonlight
so it is that I've failed to see with stars living in my eyes
my mind listening to the singers in the wind ...... as I dance.
Inspired by Walt Whitman's poem ( Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking )
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